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[ quickly grabs her hand to stop her from rushing off, slipping off the bed to instead be the one who stands up. looks down at the connection before dropping it, hands going straight to his hips. ]

A princess shouldn't do what commoners are meant to do for them! I'll help!

Aww, that's not fair! I wanted to play, too!

Play, huh...

[ looks around, wandering away to peer at the DS that's sitting on anthony's desk. picks it up, shuffles back to the bed, then hands it to her. ]

He probably has some girly game on there, so enjoy!

[ blinks down at it in confusion. ]

Huh? But I--

[ looks up at what is now empty space, with tony nowhere in sight. tilts her head to the side in further confusion, slowly beginning the process of her typical routine of having to think about something for a long period of time. ]

[ & while she does that he scrambles down the hallway towards the kitchen, slamming his hands down on top of one of the counters nearest to anthony when he gets there. leans in close to him, almost looking an odd mixture of what could be described as nervous and excited. ]

I'm here to save the day!

[ jumps again when tony makes his loud entrance, almost dropping the pack of noodles he'd managed to find. gives him a long stare afterward, confusion obvious. ]

. . . ?

[ then shakes his head. backs up a bit for his own benefit, reaching upward into the cupboard to pull out a pot. ]

Spaghetti is a one-man effort. Shoo.

[ completely ignores that order as he starts opening up cabinets, peeking inside. ]

I can help set the table! You shouldn't eat in your room, right?

[ swats at him with the pot. ]

Sure. After I'm done.

[ lets out an awoo! when he's hit. ]

But-!

[ sets the pot down on the stove, pointedly ignoring the sound effect. ]

Go talk with Lyssa.

[ rubs the sore spot pathetically. ]

But she's playing a game...

[ pauses to glance at him again. ]

By herself?

[ gestures a bit with a hand. ]

Your Nintendo-thing.

DS. [ pauses. thinks. blinks. ] . . . She knows how to play?

I dunno. You'd know better than I would.

[ makes a sound of consideration before turning back to his task. points to the table & chairs set just outside the kitchen region. ]

Sit there, then. Won't take long.

Oh boy!

[ trots out of the kitchen to sit down on one of the chairs. pauses, staring in thought... then grabs that chair to place it inside the kitchen. plops down on it, staring up at anthony with a big stupid smile on his face. ]

[ sighs & shakes his head fondly. yawns a little while he wordlessly gets to work, letting the noodles cook while putting together the sauce to the side. ]

[ leans forward a bit to rest his forearms on his knees, watching anthony carefully. ]

You tired? I could fix the rest if you'd like.

[ looks up from where he's stirring the sauce. lifts up his free arm to flex it lazily. ]

The force is with me.

[ watches him for a moment before standing, taking two steps forward to stand behind him. reaches to wrap his arms around his waist, nuzzling his nose into his hair. ]

Oh yeah?

[ face reddens, but feels too tired to properly freak. grunts a bit. ]

Shouldn't doubt your master, padawan.

[ peeks down at him. ]

Oh? You're into the master-servant thing, then? That's interesting, didn't cap you off as the type to play those kinds of games!

[ starts groping around for something to swat at him with again. ]

. . . Dirtying Star Wars. I've raised you wrong.

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